Cherries
By: Javawolf
Author's Note: Oh, you guys are so friendly! I'm positively fizzy, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, everyone. Especially Ricechex, ShinodaBear, The Bell and the Black Dragon, and SpikingJennsAngel! I love you guys!
I noticed while checking my stats that I have made it on to 2 favorites lists! That's so nice, I simply can't contain my joy! You all mean so much to me, I intend to read each and every one of your stories, and return the kindness which you've showed me. Thank you.
By the way, I've recently seen The Phantom of the Opera for about the sixth time and have concluded that it's rather enjoyable. I would love to write a fanfiction on it, but I've only seen the movie. Would anyone be at all interested in co-authoring a story with me? Ideas or pick-me-ups would be fantastic as well. Please email me.
With Ivy pulling on his arm Spike found it difficult to concentrate on anything he was seeing, but tried nonetheless to take in everything and everyone on the ship. It was a small ship, and he was one of the only 30-odd people onboard. Some people were star-gazing at the bow, others were watching the dark water churn fiercely from behind the boat. And some simply looked about, exactly as Spike was, observing the people around them.
One man was with his dog, who sat obediently by his side as the man pondered his next move in a game of chess, which he seemed to be playing alone. Spike had no more time to wonder on the man's loneliness as he was jerked in another direction and his attention fell on a teenage boy carrying a battered backpack and a woman's purse. Spike was torn from his thoughts rather unceremoniously when Ivy decided again to take yet another route to wherever her Papa was hiding.
People passed hurriedly as Spike and Ivy quickly made their way through the hustle and bustle of sleepy passengers, finally coming to a halt outside the Captain's cabin.
"Uh...I think you took a wrong turn, luv. This is where the Captain stays." Ivy grinned.
"Of course it is, silly!" She pushed her weight against the door and stopped it with her toe, holding it open for Spike. "Go on, go in!"
Author's Note: (Again.) Ugh...I'm sorry guys, but this has not made any progress at all. I need time to think, so I'm putting up what I have, and retiring to my 'Thinking Chair'. I HAVE NOT GIVEN UP. I will continue, I just need a stroke of genius. Thank you for your patience.
By the way, my friend Sheila was over here reading my stuff, and she reviewed under my name, that's not me I swear.